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iza ❤︎ this one is LONG hello can u tell i enjoyed making this. idk i love nct wish. like yes. u r nct. u r wish. and can this not flop pls all the wish lovers show up NOW
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synopsis 💬 ／ㅤyour long term best friend stopped answering your texts and even ignored your calls after you went on a meaningless date yesterday, what happened? thankfully, all of your questions get answered by a drunken voicemail you receive from said best friend at 2am — which would be super helpful!... if it didn't leave you with even more questions.
⌗ or in SIMPLER TERMS, how NCT DREAM DRUNKENLY CONFESSES THEIR LOVE FOR YOU .ᐟ
──ㅤnct dream x f.readerㅤaround 3k wordsㅤfluffㅤslight angstㅤjealousyㅤmentions of uniㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤevent masterlist
august 2, 1999 ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmark lee
The first thing to grace your ears is a noise of which your sleepy brain can only assume is a car door closing as the voicemail starts, some shuffling to sit down and hushed voices that seem to be Chenle and Jeno? You can't be sure nor care about it, only then does the Canadian start speaking.
"Yo, um, hey! Hey, hey… yeah, I don't think I've answered to any of your texts today? Yeah, I… I didn't really have time or was even like in the mind space for answering anybody, you know? You know how it gets like… suffocating?" Mark Lee going on and on about a whole bunch of nothing while repeating himself three times per sentence? Nothing new under the sun.
Against your wishes, he keeps going. He always does.
"Yeah, so I wasn't in my phone a lot today, sorry about that… like i think you called? I'm pretty sure you did, so you were probably worried, I'm sorry-" Whom you can only assume was Jeno connected his Spotify account to the car, Somebody Else by The 1975 started playing as Chenle's demure and delicate laughter echoes through the car like a demonic chant or a troop of hyenas, Mark sighs before continuing on his personal podcast. "So, um… yeah, I'm sorry." The call keeps going for another forty something seconds, then a minute, then another… with your head against the pillow and eyes still straining to look at the brightness of the phone laying by your side, you wonder if he's drunk or high, choosing to focus on that rather than that you can faintly listen to Mark quietly singing the lyrics of the song — his phone was probably on his lap while he was recording this, his jeans were probably that raggedy kinda blue, kinda green pair he's been wearing for at least two years, you also ignore the sting in your heart when you think of the way he looked at you back then.
With thirty two seconds left before the message cuts, he speaks up again, quiet and sincere. "I'm sorry, baby… I don't, I don't mean to push you away or make you feel like I'm mad at you, I'm not trying to but… I- it's so fucking stupid, dude. I'm so fucking stupid," Against his wishes, he keeps going. He always does.
"I couldn't help it, I promise I didn't mean to ignore you it's just… I just can't really deal with it anymore? That dumb stories you posted messed me up, bro. And I know it probably doesn't mean anything, you go on plenty of dates- And, which I.. I, I don't mean, I'm not saying you sleep around!! I'm not saying that at all, I would never say that! I… I'm sorry. I wish I didn't talk so much, I'm sure you do too sometimes. I wish you were my girl." The message keeps going for another 6 seconds, you wonder if he actually meant that.
And you choose not to think of why you kept listening until it ended though all that was left was silence and Somebody Else.
march 23, 2000 ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤhuang renjun
Your hear his voice as soon as the message starts playing, sounding somewhere between 'just stopped crying, whats up?' and like he just ran a marathon.
"Hey, angel, uh… It's been a while since I called you like that, right?" he laughs, humorless. You sit up, worried.
"It's your contact name, did you know? 'My angel', that's how I named it. It would make more sense if we were together but hey! Beggars can't be choosers now, can they?" Again, he laughs with no emotions whatsoever, this doesn't feel Renjun, what happened? In all of those years, not once you've heard him speak like this. Though your heart races at the nickname, you prefer to believe it's purely out of fear that your friend is going through something you weren't previously aware of, he seemed to be doing okay? After what seemed to be a much needed deep breath, he keeps going.
"I need… I need to stop that. I'm sorry I didn't answer to your call earlier or respond to any of your messages, I've seen them and chose not to answer like a loser instead of talking like an adult, I know. I'm sorry, angel." he sounds softer now, it reminds you of how he sounded that night you spent the night in his apartment and talked until the morning, how he sounded right before crying on your lap about how scared he was to change his major after working so hard on it for two years. You caressed his head and he fell asleep, you remember thinking the wrong person in this friendship got the 'angel' nickname. "I need to stop acting like a loser. I need to stop acting like this is your fault."
"I had you right by my side for years and never did anything about and now what am i doing? Crying like a baby because the girl I love went on a date that looked too serious? That's what I'm doing? I'm being so stupid today, I don't know what's happening to me. I'm sorry, angel. Love you." The voicemail ends, it sounds like he was beginning to cry. Your dearest flower always talked to himself too harshly.
You wonder if he knows that you'd drop everything to caress his head until he falls asleep again.
april 23, 2000ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlee jeno
There at least three minutes of silence before Jeno starts speaking, why is he like this? You wait, listening to his deep breaths, you know he didn't press to send you a voicemail by accident. He hates calling, he hates most forms of social interaction.
Jeno is no different than an unsocialized awkward dog who sits between his owners legs whenever somebody visits, not leaving the room but not daring to make eye contact either. He would never send you a voicemail even at the end of the world, not the Jeno who makes up whole scenarios in his head so he can practice how to speak to people in the phone before actually calling. He'd just message you.
This was no accident, he tried calling you and when you didn't answer, whatever he had prepared was ruined and now he's grasping at straws trying to figure out how to speak by himself alone in his room, or maybe he's somewhere else, it doesn't really matter. Jeno always takes a long time to figure out things, and you? You wait for him. Every single time.
After one especially profound sigh, you're finally hearing him.
"Hey, I'm sorry I didn't answer to anything today, I wasn't really in the… in the mood to talk, but I could have given you an explanation, I, I thought… I'm a little tipsy, I'm sorry." You can't help but laugh, quick and honest, you've always made fun of how red he gets when he's drunk. You suppose is due to his paler than snow skin, you ignore how often you've thought of how pretty lipstick marks would look like decorating his stupid handsome face. Stupid, that's what Lee Jeno was.
"I don't feel great today to be honest, I don't know why. That was a lie, I do know why, but saying it out loud sounds fucking dumb, especially saying it to you. You'll probably not even hear this, I'm such a fucking idiot. I'll just message you about it tomorrow and apologize, anything is better than this." The voicemail falls in silence for about thirty seconds, you wonder if he forgot to turn it off or if he's looking for the delete message button.
For the first time in years, Jeno catches you off guard.
"Thought about you the whole day today, I usually do. That fucking guy-" His own scoff interrupts his thought process. "Fucking idiot, isn't he like a vet or something? 'Gonna kill the kittens by spooking them with his dumb face." You can tell he was sulking, Jeno has a habit of shit-talking like a teenage girl sometimes, very rare times, but oh, were they good times. Who is he talking about though? "Why did you even go out with him? That restaurant too? Fuck is he trying to prove. I don't get what you saw in that guy" Oh. That's who he's talking about.
"Me and you could be so good together. I wish you saw it like I do. You have no idea of how much I missed you today, (…)" The voicemail dies after four more seconds, you try to ignore the way his soft voice saying your name keeps ringing in your head while you turn over and attempt to sleep. He probably thinks he deleted the voicemail and you'll never receive it.
Stupid, that's what Lee Jeno is. Stupid.
june 6, 2000ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤlee donghyuck
You really don't notice how whiny Donghyuck's voice is until he gets up to this level of annoying — which to be fair, is very often.
But god, a eleven minute voicemail? What could this man possibly be going on about? Six minutes into this message and all that you hear is a cartoon network's character talking about how hard his day was except said character had been drinking wine for a couple hours. Why did he send this fucking voicemail in the first place? Are you being held hostage to his little podcast for no reason at all?
"Like if I got kidnapped, would you notice? I feel like you would, you know? Even if I didn't call you I feel like you'd feel my absence… Oh. Um, yeah, I didn't answer your call today, right? I'm pretty sure you called me. Yeah, sorry about that." Bitch? Donghyuck's is usually a little taunting to be around but this level of nastiness is just unnecessary in your sleepy feelings. Why is he talking like this? Especially with you.
"I mean, I don't know if you messaged just because I'm, you know, your best friend~" You're not sure why the way he said 'best friend' so singy songy made your stomach turn, again, your mind is just puzzled as to why he's acting like this. "So you messaged me out of habit probably, whatever, did you message your little boyfriend too? I almost congratulated you on your stories yesterday but maybe I forgot. Did you have fun?" Oh, now you got it.
"I don't usually pay attention to your little flings, you know? I prefer not to. But… him? Seriously? Like if it was Jeno or something at least i could understand, but that guy? 'Skinny dick Jake' out of all people? That's what the streets call him at least." Amidst your desire to be mad at him for obviously ignoring you for the whole day out of petty jealousy, you did unfortunately laugh at that.
Hyuck always found a way to get under your skin whilst keeping you not mad at him at all. Always finding the perfect balance, always irreplaceable.
"I'm not saying is a crime to have a skinny dick, not saying that at all, but they don't call me anything like that, you know? There's levels to this." For the first time in eight minutes (and perhaps in his whole life) Donghyuck is quiet but much like you expected, not for long. "If you were with me people would be so jealous of us, people would look at me and just know that I'm funny. It'd be nice." Another ten seconds on silence.
"It'd be nice to be us. Sometimes I still hope that it's us in the end." You're sat up in your bed, heart racing, mind confused, it didn't take more than a couple more seconds for him to keep going. "Did you watch Stranger Things? You did, right? I think we talked about it but ugh, it was so bad." And he's back at his ramblings for another three minutes, or maybe it was more, you're not listening.
Maybe you should have listened to him all those years ago when he said you two should be together at the end of the world. After all, Donghyuck is usually right.
august 13, 2000ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤna jaemin
"Hey, sweetheart, how was your date yesterday?" Jaemin's voice sings in your ears as soon as you press the 'play voicemail' button, you're not sure if the laziness in his voice is heightened due to his own sleepiness or yours, his was definitely stronger, can anyone be more tired than a med major?
"I didn't answer to your texts today, did I? I'm sorry, princess. Forgive Nana, baby…" Oh, he's drunk, this idiot only talks about himself in third person when he's drunk. Na Jaemin is drunk though? Did someone pass away? Is he okay? Mr. 'Alcohol is bad and makes you lose muscles' is drunk? The world is truly ending.
"I was at Jisungie's house after work today, I saw that picture Giselle… was it Giselle? Or was it Minjeong? I think it was Giselle. I saw that picture she posted of you two today, it was at that same restaurant, i think… Was she with you guys yesterday? Was it like a double date situation?" He laughs the end of his inquire off and you only wish you could focus on something other than wondering why does he sound like that, is he being sarcastic? Sounding so dismissive as if he's asking just to make fun of your answer.
Jaemin isn't like this, so why is he acting like it?
"Anyways, hope you had fun, baby. Looked so pretty… that little boy didn't deserve it. I hope you spent more time of your night with Giselle than him. I hope he didn't fucking touch you." your stomach feels upset and at this point you just hope is your period coming rather than admitting how the idea of your best friend being jealous over you makes you feel.
You don't like how you didn't even flinch at his words, how you knew exactly who he was talking about. Jaemin was never discreet about thinking other men were too immature, especially for you. Nobody was ever good enough for you in Jaemin's eyes.
"Those little boys you go out with have nothing on me, baby. I could give you everything..." He goes on, voice deep and painfully honest, his natural raspiness even more noticeable, his head must have be thrown back while he was recording this. You gulp down some water from the half full water bottle in your nightstand to wash down how the mental image of your friend drunkenly sprawled on his bed made you feel, you know he was shirtless too. Na Jaemin was far too much of a show off to not sleep naked.
"Guys our age don't deserve girls like you, you need more. You need a man. And I need you, sounds like a match made in heaven, doesn't it? Fuck it, I'll just send you a message tomorrow. She'll understand, my baby… My baby will understand." The voicemail ends, his voice fades away and you don't want to admit how much you wish you could tell him to stay. You know he would.
You know that you won't be able to sleep if you think too much about it.
And if the only way you could finally close your eyes and find peace of mind a few minutes later was by bringing your pillow to the couch and turning on the television to sleep with Grey's Anatomy playing softly through out the living room, nobody has to know.
november 22, 2001ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤzhong chenle
His voice is testing the limits of both your ears and your patience as soon as the call starts.
"Hey, loser. Yeah, I know, I haven't answered to any of your texts today or whatever, I'm sorry, okay? I am. I don't sound like I am, but I am." Well, sounds like someone's angry for some reason? Will he tell you the reason? Perchance.
At moments like these, you notice that your best friends never really changed. Still the same loud and loquacious kid that you met all those years ago, his voice just a tad deeper, the wrinkles in the corner of his eyes a little more visible, sure, he did look more mature but his laughter is all the same.
"It was immature, okay? I know it was and I don't need you to lecture me… I mean, you wouldn't, you don't ever really lecture me but I guess I just don't want your sympathy right now. That sounds so fucking douchbagy, my god, I need to record that again. Again." More clues, interesting, this isn't the first draft of this voicemail it seems, that is so not Zhong Chenle, though. Definitely not your Chenle who has been the most impulsive person in your life since third grade.
Maybe that's why he sounds pissed? You can't help but smile at how sulky and whiny he sounds. You can hear the pout and visualize his eyes growing wider and wider in your head as if it's happening right in front of you. Chenle has been a part of you for longer than you can remember, one day he was sitting besides you at class and the other he was gossiping with your mother in your bed while you struggled with your makeup for prom in front of your bedroom's mirror.
"Shit, why is this getting into my head so much, that's so fucking dumb. One guy shows up in her stories and suddenly I'm an asshole, I can't do that, that's not a way to go about this. Fuck me." You hear what you can only assume is him throwing his head back on his gaming chair, followed by the sound of the hand which was holding his phone falling down on the armchair roughly, his voice is a lot more distant now.
"Why can't i act like an adult about this. Why can't I just talk to her… I should've talked about this years ago. But no, I waited and now that she posted with some guy who probably doesn't mean anything here come 'bigass head Chenle' on his way to ruin his amazing friendship at 90km per second — I'm rambling. This is stupid, I'm being unreason-" The voicemail cuts abruptly.
Staring at the ceiling in your bedroom, trying to piece together what exactly this man this admitted to you while coming to terms with the fact that he probably doesn't even know what he just did. He usually doesn't, that's why you two get along. You try, try not to think of how has always fit in your life so easily, how you two just work out. You can't think about him like that, that's Chenle, that's your little guy! You'll always be besides each other, that's how it's meant to be.
Then why does the more you think, the more he seems… grown? Why is there something about his eyes that makes you feel like he could be your everything, why does it seem like he already is? Is this why you can't never hold his eye contact for too long? Has it always been like this?
february 5, 2002 ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝜗ৎㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤpark jisung
Park Jisung leaving a voicemail? Just when you thought somethings were simply impossible, the universe comes around with a little trick up it's sleeve.
"Uh, um, hi! Hey, yo… Um, yeah, I've been gone today, I know, is so shitty to only give you a sign of being alive at this time. It sucks, I'm sorry. I don't even know if you're going to see this." Funnily enough, despise spending the whole day worrying yourself sick about this stupid boy, you know you should be mad, maybe you'll be later. But as for now? You can only smile at how Jisung can't be a little less awkward with you after spending a single day with no contact as if he unlearned how to speak. Just like when you were kids.
All that times has done to Jisung is elongate him and just about nothing else, still the same bright eyed boy who complimented your ladybug backpack all those years ago. "I'm sorry, I was planning to show up earlier, I even thought about coming over but, but I just couldn't, I'm sorry. I'm apologizing too much, aren't I? Sorry..." He sighs.
"My one opportunity to be a man and I fuck it up this bad, my god." He sounds much colder now and it kills you to not be able to pinpoint why. You've know Jisung like the back of your hand for years, why can't you tell what's bothering him? "I'm sorry, love. I really am. Maybe if I talked to you about it, it would have been me in the restaurant yesterday instead of that prick. Maybe it would have been me." You sit up in your bed trying to figure out what just snapped you awake like a glass of cold water.
"And I love you. I love you, don't forget that I love you." You stare blankly at your wall while waiting because you think the message is about to end, but it persists in the uncanny silence of your bedroom, just for long enough to make you wonder if this wasn't all one big fucked up dream, completely still as if any movement could break this moment of fragility. "Please, don't forget that I love you."
He adds one last time before the voicemail cuts, vulnerable and hopeful, not that distant from a little kid wishing on a shiny shooting star.
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bf!dreamies reacting to you forgetting that they can see your 'close friends' story
pairing | idol!dreamies x fem!reader
content | fluffy, suggestive
notes | this was just a shameless excuse to use that haechan photo... anyways i'm trying to get back into writing so hopefully you'll see some more content from me soon!! i'm also trying out a bit of a new formatting style, so lemme know what you think ^_^
𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗘 ──── you wanted to lose it . he was tired of being made fun by his friends. both of you thinking he’d pull out fast enough… but what can you expect from two stupid virgins ? …
( 対 ) park jisung + fem. reader genre young parent au , smau · contains! mentions of sex. pregnancy talk. crude language. jokes among friends mature content.
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